Mine is too worst.

Posted: May 9, 2020 in Blog, love, poem, Technology, writing

Baby asks.

Hold my hand
In your affectionate hand
Tell me your generation story
Mine is too worst..

Hold my hand tightly
With your love,
I dont scare anything
In your shelter.
Mine shelter is too worst.

Give me the clarity of life
The way,
how you starved,
How you lived,
With happy, with bonding.
But The technology made me
Nescient now,
Cant able to move.
Mine is too worst..

Take me to your world,
Then teach me
How to see
the beauty Of earth,
The nature,
And
How to preserve
All of your happiness
For next mankind

Mine is becoming
Too worst..
      
                            Kiran athrey

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